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Mi amor Said she don't love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Said she don’t love me no more, but did she really love me before? Just last week we were fucking on the floor, said she don’t feel me no more Mi amor, you're the first thing I think about in the morning Used to dream about you when my eyes were open Now you're calling me your ex man like I’m Logan Girl you're so frozen, thought we were close Just to let you know I would've proposed But she don’t wanna be Mi amor Said she don't love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Letras de canciones Woke up off a bar to a text from my babe like “hey, whats the day today?” I'm like “It’s Saturday” She's like “nah, its my birthday” Shit ended in the worst way Day I lost you, it felt like the worst day Been dwelling on the past, how you threw it back like Thursday Babe you really hurt me, never got you no gifts so you curse me Valentines day I went away No kisses, no Hershey for Mi amor Said she don't love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, she said she don’t love me no amore So I poured a 4 and I called four whores Done[?] off the drugs, that’s a order more Ran outta blunts, hit the corner store On tour got sluts on all fours In that four door Porsche when I ride it raw Yeah I gotta go fast, leave you in the past Shoulda known it wouldn't last Cause I got shorties in Shoreditch, and they’re singing my chorus With these JA tings, and they're thicker than porridge Now your calls I’m ignoring, you’re no longer important I’m 23, you’re overseas Euro stepping in my Jordans Mi amor Said she don't love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, mi amor Said she don’t love me no amore Mi amor, you're a whore Girl I don’t need you no more Hearing all that talk made me sick (toxic) We used to 69 in the Six Now I ain’t got no time for no bitch (timeless) ‘Cause now I’m on my grind, on my shit Flick of the wrist to the clitoris yeah, yeah Just a little flick of the wrist to the clitoris, yeah From Letras Mania